Time standing , never so still
Watching from the top of the hill

Ready to pounce when you’re not at all sure
Which is the path or which is the door

One wrong step and you continue to pay
You can’t back track when you go the wrong way

No second gone can ever return
Tears long ago continue to burn

We are slaves to the minute, hour and day
Time costs us dearly, we all have to pay

To undo mistakes, I wish that I could
Paths and doors, to change them I would

Time can be cruel, viscous and hard
Can leave your heart broken, shattered and scarred

Lessons that stay for the rest of your years
Time holds to ransom all of one’s tears

The grains of sand run much too quick
Through the hour glass of our lives another chance we seek

The joy, the laughter, the pain and sorrow
Mixing, tumbling, flowing freely wishing we could see the morrow

Grains of sand long past
Brings us a mellow feeling so fast

Work, life, sunshine, rain, grace and love
All shower us from up above

We can only smile, and think to ourselves
Even though the sand has roughed us in our shells

Now we are polished with a high shine
And I know the rest will just be fine

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